Maybe I should stop reading the news. I’d probably be a lot
happier if I could talk my paper carrier into delivering the section with the
New York Times crossword puzzle, and just leaving out the rest of the paper. I wish
he’d done it yesterday. I might have been spared reading about a two-year-old who
accidentally shot himself while visiting his grandpa’s house. I can distance myself
a bit from the other sad and scary stories, but this one hits close to home. My
grandson will be two in September. He plays at my house several times a week. I’d
like to claim that he’s never out of my sight while he’s here. But if you’ve
ever known a toddler, you know that’s impossible. I try to comfort myself with
the thought that he could never, ever get his hands on a gun here. But there
are a number of other ways he could hurt himself. Ways I haven’t thought of
yet. I just hope I think of them before he does.
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